Senior year  s h u f f l e s  her way closer

She bears promise, 

Yet she intimidates me


Knowing she lurks & smirks within the shadows of the calendar

Is enough to send a small stream of prickles & tickles over my arms


Excitement. And nervousness. 


She continues to gnaw at my brain like a trite Nickleback ballad cemented into my head


Planning for her arrival consumes my spare time

Scheduling appointments, setting dates, composing applications


The thing about senior year: she BULLIES me,

Causes me to feel like a coward


But honestly, she is not the worst

It's what comes next...




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